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Chapter 45 Conference

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*Mykhol*

If anyone were to walk into the room right now, they would quickly learn something was wrong. There was a tense mood in the air. Each person expressed their anxiety in their way.

Uncle sat at his desk, crossing his arms. His brow was down to make his already small eyes almost invisible. And Aunt Funda, meanwhile, paced the floor. Her heels clicked as she traversed the same circle around the desk.

Mykhol was no exception. He, too, was anxious as much as they were. But he chose to handle it differently. Instead of panicking open, like them, Mykhol went to the window. He took one look at his parents before looking through the glass.

“What are we going to do!?” Aunt Funda threw up her hands. Her voice was desperate enough to make Uncle break his silence.

“This was not what I expected,” Uncle confessed.

“I thought her last visit ended with disaster. That should have been the end of it.” Uncle mulled and touched his brows.

“Why is the King still sending letters? Ev
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